Chapter 556: Renowned Across the Macrocosm (3)

Chapter 556: Renowned Across the Macrocosm (3)

In the special observation space within the Voltari Temple Voidrealm, a deathly silence reigned.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, as the assembled Archimmortals and Archdeities dared not utter a single word.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the silver-robed Astral Monarch seated on the highest throne broke the silence.

"Send out the order for all Immortal Hall geniuses to return to the Fourth Immortal Hall immediately. Also, abandon any further pursuit of Ming Jian."

"Understood," several Archimmortals responded respectfully.

All the Archimmortals and Archdeities understood – the Astral Monarch had conceded defeat. The mighty Voltari Temple had no recourse against Ming Jian within the confines of the entry-level Eldritch-Immortal battlefield rules.

Moreover, these Archimmortals and Archdeities knew that the Cang Feng Eldritch World would certainly make this battle public.

Ming Jian, having carved his legend from the blood and bones of numerous Immortal Hall geniuses, would become renowned throughout the Greenridge Macrocosm, much like the monstrous prodigy Jiang Huan from the eldritch world not long ago.

Furthermore, once Ming Jian left the Eldritch-Immortal Battlefield, the Voltari Temple would be powerless to pursue or kill him. With his unmatched talent, he was certain to attract the attention of the highest echelons within the Eternal Sun Immortal World.

So long as he survived, there was a 99% chance he would ascend to become an Astral Monarch-level powerhouse of the Eternal Sun Immortal World—perhaps even more.

...

In stark contrast, the special observation space within the Cang Feng Eldritch Voidrealm was a cauldron of excitement and jubilation. The atmosphere buzzed with exhilaration as the Archimmortals and Archeldritches celebrated the outcome.

"Haha, excellent!"

"He did well!"

"Ming Jian slaughtered that group of Immortal Hall weaklings like they were nothing more than chickens—a truly inconceivable genius."

"Ming Jian is still very young, but once he matures, he might rival Jiang Huan. His potential to become an Astral Monarch in the future is high."

"Indeed, he's truly terrifying."

"Who would have thought that the Eternal Sun Immortal World would produce such a monstrous prodigy?" The Archimmortals and Archeldritches continued their animated discussions, their voices echoing with admiration.

Their hearts had all been utterly conquered by Wu Yuan's heaven-defying performance.

Jiang Huan had sent shockwaves through the eldritch world over the past several hundred thousand years, hailed as the number one genius of the current generation in the macrocosm, suppressing the younger generation of the Voltari Temple.

And now, Ming Jian—merely at the Amethyst Cradle phase and with an uncertain future—was already being compared to Jiang Huan by these seasoned Archimmortals and Archeldritches.

One could imagine the shock this battle had delivered them.

Though Ming Jian was a member of the Eternal Sun Immortal World—a fact some of the Archimmortals and Archeldritches found regrettable—the satisfaction they felt from this victory was undeniable.

"Spread word of this battle. Let all corners of the macrocosm know of the Voltari Temple's miserable defeat," commanded the Astral Monarch on the highest seat.

Inside one of these grand halls, rows of slumbering, towering divine generals stood vigil on either side of the vast chamber.

Whoosh! A white-robed figure flew into the hall, his aura extraordinary, his appearance as handsome as jade—undoubtedly one of the finest, most elegant childes. A soaring sword intent emanated from him.

He came to the center of the hall.

"Disciple Dong Yang pays respects to Master, wishing Master longevity as enduring as heaven and earth." Sword Immortal Dong Yang bowed respectfully.

"Dong Yang, it's been a long time since we last met, hasn't it?" From the end of the throne, a voice rumbled forth—a voice like the roar of heaven and earth.

A black-robed figure stood there, a figure so imposing it seemed as though the heavens and earth themselves had descended.

Before him, even the powerful Sword Immortal Dong Yang seemed diminutive.

"The last time I visited Master's immortal hall was 260,000 years ago," Sword Immortal Dong Yang replied respectfully.

"I've kept you waiting on the sidelines. Do you harbor any resentment?" The black-robed figure's gaze bore down on him.

"I dare not," Sword Immortal Dong Yang replied, his voice respectful yet composed. "Master's guidance aimed to set me directly upon the path of the Greater Law. It was my own foolishness that squandered your painstaking efforts."

The black-robed figure’s voice remained steady, but there was a hint of approval in his tone. "Indeed, you did waste my efforts. Yet you did not disappoint me entirely. Against all odds, you forged your own path—one no less impressive than what I had envisioned for you." He paused, then added with deliberate slowness, "To walk one's own road... that is commendable."

"Thank you, Master." Sword Immortal Dong Yang felt a flicker of excitement stir within him. He had waited 260,000 years to hear those words.

"I summoned you here not only because of your own affairs but also concerning your disciple, Li Xia," the black-robed figure continued. "You have carved your own path and, it seems, trained an exceptional disciple as well."

"The credit should go to Li Xia's natural talent," Sword Immortal Dong Yang replied modestly, his tone sincere.

The black-robed figure’s voice rumbled like distant thunder. "You must be aware of his recent exploits."

"Indeed." Sword Immortal Dong Yang nodded, unable to hide his amazement. "Senior Brother Huo Cang informed me. Even I, as his Master, am utterly astounded by his achievements."

When Astral Monarch Huo Cang had relayed the news, Sword Immortal Dong Yang had found it nearly impossible to believe.

Had Wu Yuan cultivated for centuries, such accomplishments would have been less surprising. But Sword Immortal Dong Yang knew the truth that others did not—Wu Yuan had only cultivated for mere decades. Thus, the news had shaken him to his core.

My disciple's insights into the Celestial Body Dao were already remarkable. But to comprehend the Longevity Dao to the True Intent stage in just a few decades? How did he manage such a feat? Sword Immortal Dong Yang had no idea.

For both of a cultivator’s true selves to possess such extraordinary talent was almost unheard of. This kind of transformation in talent was terrifying, leaving Sword Immortal Dong Yang to suspect that his disciple must have encountered some inconceivable opportunity.

"He is the direct disciple of Eldritch Sovereign Kua Chi," the black-robed figure intoned, his voice reverberating with power. "Moreover, as an eldritch cultivator, he is destined to never earn the full trust of the divine court headquarters."

Sword Immortal Dong Yang listened attentively.

"However," the figure continued, his tone softening almost imperceptibly, "he is your disciple, which makes him my grand-disciple. You and your Senior Brother Huo Cang are to retrieve him and bring him directly to the Eternal Sun Immortal World."

"As you wish," Sword Immortal Dong Yang replied, understanding the implications. It seemed his Master intended to personally guide Wu Yuan's cultivation from this point forward.